Saint Sebastian

oil and canvas on the wall
really nothing much to fear
but in a dim and dusty hall
a foreign child has wandered near

to discover saint sebastian
the books say he never cried
when he saw the arrows coming
to pierce him and make him die

arrow feathers from his chest
bloomed like bloody-rooted flowers
by his screams most unimpressed
stood faceless men in shooting towers

but don't pity saint sebastian
he's in heaven, doing fine
on your neck the axe is falling...
my friend, you're the next in line.

- KvK